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LiamI huff and squeeze Mr. Snowbell to my chest. When Daddy told me about a new nanny, I was sure she would be the same as the others. I have not been able to sleep thinking about what happened today. Maybe Miss Amy is different. No!I cannot think like that. Miss Amy looked different from the other nannies, but deep down, I knew she’d turn out the same.The old nannies always put on a show when they saw Daddy, getting all giggly and excited. What did Jim call that... umm... flirting? They always flirt with daddy. I don’t like that. I scrunched my nose. I even saw one of them take something and sneak it into her purse. Daddy and Jim say stealing is bad.So I have to protect Daddy from those women. I make them run away. It was easy since all I had to do was pull up some prank, or little mischief, or just I had to act out a little. And they would run away, leaving me and Daddy alone.But today had been different. Miss Amy hadn’t acted like the others. When I tried to run away from her a
AmyI bit my lip, trying to hold back my emotions as I looked around my tiny apartment. This had been my home for the last few years, and it held memories of both joy and sorrow. I squealed like a crazy school girl when I landed my teaching job in the kitchen. I cried on the floor when the doctor told me that my mother would need to go away to a hospice or hospital situation, as she needed constant care. This is the place where I have cried and smiled and picked myself up more than I like to admit.Currently, as I placed the last of my essentials into my bag, I couldn’t deny the emotional weight of leaving this place behind. I was almost fully packed, ready to move into Mr. Crawford’s home. My salary would cover the rent here as well as my mother’s medical bills, so I decided to keep this apartment as a safe haven.However, I still needed to pay this month’s rent, and I was short on funds. So, I made my way to Mr. Howard’s condo, my landlord. I tapped his door knocker. Mr. Howard, my l
Ryan“Yeah, I will be there in ten minutes,” I murmured into my phone and ended the call. The final meeting for our new project was scheduled for today, and I needed to check on the preparations.I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and glanced around my room, making sure the coast was clear. Ever since the incident with Ms. Amy walking into my room unannounced, I’d become more cautious. I rolled my eyes at the memory but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips when I thought about her flushed face.That woman is something else. “Why am I even thinking about her?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head.I grabbed my charcoal grey suit and a black tie, then picked out one of my favorite silver-tone Rolex watches to wear. After a quick hairstyle adjustment, parting it to the side, and a spritz of aftershave, I was ready to go.Before leaving, I contacted Caine to ensure everything was in order with some documents I needed. Once that was sorted, I grabbed my laptop bag. I
AmyURGH! That man is so infuriating! I only asked him about using the kitchen to confirm that it was okay before going into his personal space because many people do not like that.Just like my Abuela. She despised it when someone dared to enter her kitchen. Before her passing when I was just six, I vividly remembered her sternly cautioning even my Mama to be careful and not disrupt her kitchen. And my Mama, her only child, was practically flawless when it came to kitchen prowess.Mr. Crawford seems like a person who would be very anal about HIS things, so I asked before I could do something in the kitchen. There was something intimate about entering someone’s bedroom or kitchen, and I didn’t want to overstep my bounds.“Everything okay, dear?” Mrs. Veil asked, breaking me out of my reverie as I realized I had already made my way to the kitchen.“Hmm... yes, everything’s fine,” I replied, with a reassuring smile, hoping she didn’t misconstrue my request as an attempt to avoid her cook
RyanI gestured to the empty chair next to me on the patio, inviting Caleb to join me. He plopped down with a sly smirk that immediately annoyed me. I couldn’t hide my scowl at his self-satisfied expression. What the fuck is that smile about?“What?” I growled at him, my irritation clear, and his smile only grew wider as he riled me.Caleb shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. “Ah, nothing,” he sighed, but his gaze wandered towards the patio door, giving me the impression that he was waiting for Amy to make an appearance.My frown deepened, and I found myself disliking the implications behind his gaze, even though I knew it was irrational. Logically, my brain knows Amy is safely tucked into bed right now. She immediately retreated to her bedroom after the awkward conversation with me, telling my brother to mind his business when he called Ms. Amy beautiful.She informed me that my dinner was in the oven and gave me a small smile before going to her bedroom while Caleb played with
Amy“Son of a biscuit eater,” I huffed, rolling up my now red-painted, silk camisole before tossing it into the washer. I was fuming, not only due to the strange, exhausting but charged interaction with my dagnabbit boss last night but also my darn abysmal luck!After my strange interaction with Caleb Crawford the night before, I rushed to my room. As I sifted through my opened boxes of clothes, I realized that I had left my paint supply bag open. And the next thing I know, all my clothes are covered with paint and glitter. How could I be this careless? And the best part was I did not even realize that I left paint on my clothes and to top it off, I have no decent clothes left.The only thing left for me to wear at night was the sexiest lingerie I owned. I huffed, remembering the debacle that followed afterward. How dare Mr. Crawford insult me like that? Who did he think he was, speaking to me in such a condescending manner?I admit that it wasn’t the most appropriate attire to be near
Ryan“Anything else I can get you, sir?” the air hostess inquired with a polite smile.“Hmm?” I looked up from my screen and replied, “No, thank you.”She nodded and returned to the cabin. Finally shutting down my laptop, I retrieved the glass of water that had sat untouched for about ten minutes.I was flying on the company jet today. I generally avoided using the company jet as chartering one was more expensive than flying first-class. Also, Mark tended to overuse the jet, attending more overseas meetings than me. Additionally, it was more eco-friendly, and not many people knew this, but I loved nature and tried to preserve it as much as I could from my end.I would have done that today as well if Mark hadn’t cried about the critical meeting of our project back home. The big baby didn’t want to handle some technical issues that had come up.He was furious that I had gone to the London office without him. Well, I did not want to go, but someone at my home was making me restless. Not t
AmyI practically jumped out of my skin when I saw the red substance dripping from my head. My immediate reaction was to bring my hand in front of my face, only to find it covered in red liquid. I screamed once more, my heart racing as I rushed toward the mirror. The red paint formed liquid droplets, steadily dripping down from my head to my face and pooling on the ground below.What the fudge is that?Instinctively, I brought my palm closer to my nose, and a strong paint smell hit me, making me cringe. Oh my God, it’s paint! It wasn’t a head injury or something!The loud knock on my door made me jump again. “Amy? Are you okay in there? I heard a scream.” Jim’s voice filtered through the door.“Hmmm... Yeah... I mean no... I will be outside in a minute. Can you please wait for me in the living room?” I replied, still trying to process what had just happened. I hurried to the shower, frantically checking all the bottles to make sure there was no more paint lurking in there. When I reali
RyanI let out a frustrated huff, my irritation rising as it became clear they were dragging this out on purpose. “Just get us home. Liam is sleeping,” I bit out, my teeth clenched to prevent any further outbursts.“Ryan,” Amy’s voice was soft but firm, gently cradling the sleeping Liam in her lap. “Watch your language.”“Sorry,” I murmured, shooting a warning glance at my brother through the rear-view mirror.The scoundrel merely smirked. “Why the rush, oh mighty winner?” he taunted, prompting a chuckle from Mark.“Do you need a fu-ducking,” making a sorry face at a glaring Amy and then looking back at my stupid brother, “dissertation on why my child should not sleep in the back seat of your car?” I snapped.“Nah,” Mark chimed in, turning his attention back to Amy. “Hey, beautiful, care to join me for dinner? I...”“Drive us home, or rest assured I’ll provide your squeeze of the month with your home address, personal phone number, and a few choice tidbits she could use against you. An
Amy“Wake up, buddy,” I whispered in Liam’s ear, my fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He grunted, sinking deeper into his blankets, and I couldn’t help but smile.“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, leaning closer. “We have to be at school today.”He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open reluctantly. “But it’s Saturday,” he whined, his voice still heavy with sleep.“But Mrs. Perry’s note says you have to be there,” I murmured, brushing a lock of unruly hair from his forehead.That got his attention. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. “But I don’t… I can’t.”“Why not, baby?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Because… because...” His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and he clutched his left leg dramatically. “My owie hurts, and my leg hurts too.”I wanted to pull his cheek so hard. Suppressing a laugh, I mirrored his expression. “Oh, that’s bad,” I said, my voice dripping with mock concern. “I thought you, Daddy, and I could have some fun in the competition. But since
RyanSinking into the plush leather chair of my home office, frustration and concern swirled in my mind like a tempest. Caleb’s impulsive act gnawed at my thoughts—fuck what reckless demon had possessed him? And how would Amy react to his stupid move?All I wanted to do was talk to Amy and show her...A firm knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie, and as I glanced up, there stood Amy, her demeanor tentative, lips caught between her teeth.“Hmm.. Mr. Crawford...” she began, but I cut her off.“Let me stop you there, Amy,” I said, rising from my chair and stuffing my hands into my pockets. “I’m sorry for what Caleb did. He had no right to pull that stunt. I’ll talk to him about it.”Amy’s eyes widened fractionally, but she remained silent, her expression inscrutable. Pressing on, I continued, my voice heavy with remorse. “And as for the competition, you needn’t feel obligated to participate. I’ll speak with Ms. Perry and sort things out with Liam. I apologize for the chaos Caleb
Amy “Hello,” I said as I picked up Ryan’s call. It was a rare occurrence for him to contact me directly from his office, so I couldn’t help but feel confused. “Hello, Amy,” his deep, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly composed myself. “Mr. Crawford. What can I do for you?” I responded, my tone professional despite the slight flutter in my chest. Our recent encounter on the gazebo lingered in my mind, a reminder of the unspoken tension between us. He mumbled something, barely audible, prompting me to request, “Hmm.. I am sorry I did not get that. Can you repeat it, please?” “Nothing,” he sighed, his tone heavy with an unspoken weight. “Can you do something for me?” Considering Liam’s impending school pickup, I proposed a delay. “Hmm... Alright, but I have to pick up Liam in an hour. Can it wait until then?” I asked, multitasking as I organized Liam’s lesson plan for the week. Liam’s insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge always kept me on my toes. “Jim
Ryan“Okay, so we’ve resolved all these bugs?” I leaned forward, addressing my team with a hint of urgency in my voice. The beta phase of our project was nearing its end, and there was no room for errors.“Yes, sir,” Mr. Martin confirmed, his brow glistening with a sheen of sweat. Most of the team, including Paula, our project lead, had been tirelessly working to iron out the kinks. “We’ve also made significant progress on the client reports and deliverables. We’ll be fully prepared for the launch.”“Keep me updated.” I nodded, acknowledging their efforts, before concluding the presentation.“Mr. Crawford,” Caine interrupted, sliding a stack of documents across the table. “These require your signature.”He turned the pages as I took a cursory reading and signed them absentmindedly. My sleep-deprived eyes stung with exhaustion, a consequence of the restless night I’d spent haunted by thoughts of Amy standing alone on the gazebo.Her sorrowful eyes and melancholic smile had etched themse
Amy“Good job, buddy,” I smiled and patted Liam’s back. “Do you want some juice after you are done with the amazing tower?”Liam’s brow furrowed as he looked at the enormous tower he made of Legos. He looked so cute, all concentrated on his task. He looked just like.....“Liam,” I called out a bit more firmly, hoping to draw him out of his Lego world.“Hmm?” he hummed, placing the block man on the tower, still ignoring me.“Liam,” I pouted. “Are you still angry at me?”“No, I am not,” he said in a snippy tone.“No?” I arched an eyebrow playfully, attempting to hide my amusement. “Does that mean we can go grab some juice now?”Liam scowled and crossed his arms defiantly. “No juice. I’m not talking to you. I’m mad.”My expression shifted to one of mock shock. “But you just said you’re not angry with me,” I teased, trying to suppress a laugh. I knew I shouldn’t laugh, but he was so cute.Liam huffed again, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. Rising from the sofa, I enveloped him in a hug
RyanWith my eyes half-closed and my mind still clouded with sleep, I reached for my incessantly ringing phone on the nightstand. The sudden glare of the screen made me groan in annoyance.“What now?” I grumbled, answering the call.“Did I just wake up the great under-the-wire asshole who made me rise at seven in the morning for a meeting he didn’t bother showing up to?” Mark’s voice came through, laced with sarcasm.“Fuck, was that today?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and trying to muster some alertness. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”“A few minutes? It is already 11 am, dude. Are you okay?” Mark said.“What?” I exclaimed, the fog of sleep lifting abruptly. “Damn it. I overslept.”“Are you still the punctual Mr. I-am-never-late, or did aliens swap you out for a newer model?” Mark started chuckling while I got up, trying not to be annoyed at his stupid voice first thing in the morning.“Cut the crap,” I retorted, ending the call and ignoring his amusement.Running my hand through my
AmyI should be running to the hills, but here I am, spread wide on Ryan’s soft bed. The red flags are waving furiously–his obnoxious and rude behavior, and recent date with another woman–yet my brain waves goodbye to rationality.Yes, I danced with another guy, but this... this connection with Ryan feels like he’s sizzling playing with my body, soul, and spirit. Nerves and excitement course through me.I stared up at him as he gazed down at me and I tried not to have a stroke. He stands there, a formidable force, resembling a God of malice and mating. The dimly lit room enhances his dangerous aura. The room itself is virile, lacking any touch of softness, but right now, my focus is solely on the man before me.“Open your legs, baby. Take off your panties, but leave everything else on,” he commands, his voice a low, commanding rumble.His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them, filled with an unmistakable hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.“Don't make me repeat myself!” he gr
RyanMy body came alive as I felt her skin on mine. It’s like a live wire sparkling and dancing. Fuck! Thoughts in my mind were a chaotic swirl, making it impossible to make sense of anything.The thumping music and kaleidoscope lights of Vengeance faded away as we departed from the club, leaving me with a singular focus—Amy on my shoulder, her soft form pressed against me, her tempting ass close to my face, and the rhythmic drumming of her fists on my back.“Put me down,” Amy demanded, her body squirming in my grasp.I tightened my grip on her hip as I held her in the fireman’s carry. “Stop moving before I pinch this sexy ass.” My threat emerged through gritted teeth.“Don’t you dare,” she shot back, squirming once more and delivering punches to my back that felt like a fucking massage on my back.My mind popped up, an image of her massaging me sitting on my back of course both of us are naked. My already hardened cock responded with a twitch.“Put me down, Ryan, or I swear.....”Her